Harleen

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Oh man, what a day. 24 hours ago, I was threatened with sexual violence at the hands of The Jokerz lead by J Man. Hahahaha, J Man. That's still funny. Then I bluffed my way into convincing those bozos I was in a relationship with their idol and could set up a meeting between J Man and Arthur. Then today I had to ask the man himself, luckily for me he was a real sweetie and agreed to meet J Man. And then......then, Harleen paused in mid-thought as she parked her vehicle outside her apartment building

Unlike last night when she went out for Pizza, Harleen went straight home after leaving Arkham State. Even though she is grateful for Arthur agreeing to lie about their relationship and meeting with J Man, there are still other low life thugs roaming the streets and meeting the Jokerz was more than enough excitement for one lifetime

Satisfied with how she parked her vehicle, Harleen turns the ignition off, takes her key out, and hops out of her car. She closes the door and opens the back door to grab her black leather handbag and her notebook to write up on Arthur's psyche and finding ways and links to help treat him. Harleen could have easily written all of this all up in Arkham, but she'd rather be at home and be around her own things

Harleen then places her key into the lock of the driver's seat of the door to effectively lock her car altogether, while also silently hoping and praying no asshole will break-in, and try to steal it. She's been lucky so far but luck can only get you so far and it was only a matter of time before that luck runs out. She turns around and quickly made her way inside the building to avoid more damper to her clothes because of the rain. Harleen then walks straight over to her letterbox and humming the tune - That's life

Like Arthur and others around this city, Harleen is extra careful with her own personal mail being sent to her. It may be mild paranoia, considering the only mail she gets is bills, offers to credit cards, and other useless junk, but again it was better to be safe than sorry. She places the key into the lock, turns it left and then slides the letterbox open

Let's see what we have here

Harleen notices 5 envelopes and they were all related to bills Junk. But the junk you can't ignore straight away

She slides the letterbox back in and turns her key the opposite way to lock it again, while still humming That's life under her breath. Harleen takes her key out, turns around, stuffs the envelopes in her bag along with the key she's holding, fishes for her house key, takes it out, and proceeds to make her way up the stairs. As she does, her thoughts on Arthur returned. Her number one favorite patient

Harleen still couldn't believe she subconsciously threw her arms around Arthur and wrapped him for a tight hug. Just even thinking about it is enough to have her face turn bright red again

Gosh. What fuck was I thinking? Harley, you should know better than that. Even if you were just thanking him for saving your hide. You're his therapist for fuck sake. Sure, there's nothing wrong with showing compassion and kindness towards your patients, but any physical contact is strictly forbidden. It oversteps the mark

And yet.............

It felt so right

Despite her attempts to reprimand herself or even trying to think of it as an innocent mistake, Harleen actually liked the feel of Arthur's body next to her's and to be able to smell his scent. Arthur is definitely not the monster people make him out to be or evil incarnate, he's just a lost soul reaching out for acceptance and to have someone love him back

They may have had three sessions together, but Harleen knows in her heart and soul that Arthur is what she would call the ultimate victim. A victim that was never given a chance at true happiness no matter how hard he tried, even when the chips were already down and became severely depressed. Arthur tried time and time again to be a happy go lucky boy, just wanting some affection in return